Soren pressed his tongue against his cheek, his eyes shifting from Tara to Jonah across the table. Still, he didn't say anything. Halley, who had been secretly gloating earlier, now could no longer smile. She couldn't believe that Jonah had actually stood up for Tara. Stella's surprise deepened. After all, Jonah should be the one who hated Tara the most, so why would he? Lance withdrew his gaze, seemingly unfazed by Jonah speaking up for Tara.

Shawn broke the tension by instructing Stella, "Stella, tell Mr. Caldey that we'll have friends visiting the villa tomorrow. Have him prepare some drinks and snacks." Stella, now entrusted with an important task, softened her expression further, "Yes, Mr. Wilhelm. I'll relay your message to Mr. Oakley." Despite Masm andgoed a tak ta vella die alter another, they all held a higher standing. However, Jonah used to hate Tara.

Halley deemed that the latter must have done or said something to set him apart. Tara didn't have any completed thoughts. When her work was done, she would test it silently, mold it, and move on. In an instant, the men were all gone. She wasn't interested in the thoughts of those around her. All she cared about was finishing her job and doing it well so that she would get paid.

Then dinner, Tara washed her hands and headed to the staff dining area she had been in since it started raining, to help move the outdoor items inside. By the time she finished, she was starving. Only now was the truth revealed during dinner. She took several large bites, which helped relieve her hunger. Halley slammed her tray down across from Tara and took a seat. However, Tara wasn't affected at all by Halley's actions. She simply moved her food slowly, unaffected by the display.

Despite her lack of reaction, Halley grew more agitated. Even in her usual state, she couldn't handle seeing Tara's calm demeanor. "What happened this morning? Why was Mr. Farrell so resistant to you being near him?" Halley asked. She might as well have been more direct and asked if Tara had been trying to manipulate him. Tara had already finished the food on her plate but was still hungry. Her eyes landed on the steak and fish fingers on Halley's plate.

She looked up at Hailey and asked, "Do you want to know?" Hailey hadn't expected it to be this easy. After a moment of surprise, she nodded, "Yes." Tara glanced at her tray. "Give me the steak and fish fingers on your plate, and I'll tell you." Hailey froze. Then, she looked down at her tray reluctantly before gritting her teeth. "Fine, I'll give them to you." Tara immediately said, "No need to trouble yourself.

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I'll take them myself." Hailey watched as Tara not only took the steak and fish fingers but also half of her pasta. Her heart ached. "L-Leave some for me." At that, Tara stopped and handed the remaining pasta back. Hailey stared at the pitiful amount of pasta on her plate, almost in tears. She regretted asking. After all, it wasn't like Soren liked Tara anyway.

She waited for Tara to talk about what had happened at the pool that morning, but to her surprise, Tara took her time finishing her meal. Then, she slowly wiped the corners of her lips clean. Hailey was getting frantic. She wanted Tara to tell her quickly. But instead, the latter seemed to be dragging it out, keeping her on edge. Tara tossed the napkin into the trash before finally saying, "This morning, Mr. Farrell reprimanded me, then went swimming for about 40 minutes before leaving with Mr.

Wilhelm." "That's it!" Hailey asked. Tara nodded matter-of-factly. "That's it." Halley looked at her. "Why did Mr. Farrell reprimand you?" Tara still thought that she hadn't given up on seducing them and loved mocking her for it, but she definitely wasn't going to tell Halley that. So, she simply said, "I've no idea." Halley was speechless. She ultimately got nothing out of the conversation. Tara ate to her heart's content, then got up to wash the plate.

Exhausted, she planned to shower and go to bed early once she got off work. At night, the villa lacked the sunlight and beauty of daytime; instead, it was filled with a sense of solitude. And even though the lights were bright, they couldn't overpower the cold stillness brought by the night. Jonah, exhaustion evident in his expression, went downstairs for a glass of ice water. The fruit bar was empty except for Tara, who was finishing up her closing.

"Get me a glass of ice water," Jonah's voice suddenly sounded. Tara, who had been dozing off, was startled. Her mind instantly cleared. "Right away, Mr. Pearson," she said sweetly. He reached for the ice but spotted the milk in the fridge. She craved it, but as a housekeeper, she couldn't drink it without permission. "Mr. Pearson, would ice milk work? Milk can help you fall asleep," she tentatively suggested. Jonah assumed that she had swapped her seduction tactics for a gentler approach.

"I'm fine with anything, as long as it's cold," he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose, his deep voice weary. He didn't have the energy to deal with her little schemes. Tara smiled sweetly. "I'll prepare it right away." Her happiness was obvious. She had even forgotten to respectfully address him as "Mr. Pearson" as she quickly poured him a glass of ice-cold milk. He took a sip before walking away. But he didn't actually leave. He simply stopped just around the corner, out of Tara's sight. Thinking that Jonah had gone upstairs, Tara picked up the milk stain, forming a plan as she prepared to head back to her room to shower and sleep.